Domestic Disciplined Victorian Bundle

By Lovillia Hearst

These Victorian era stories are full of bad boy royals spanking and dominating their way across England:

How I Became Lord Samson's Whore Maid

Spanked in public. Exposed to various men. Used as a toy. When she thought about what she would write home to her family, she never imagined those words would be running through her mind. So, she lied – and besides, she knew she would not change her position now, not even for more shillings. She was addicted, although she didn’t want to admit it to herself, let alone Lord Samson. Growing up in a low rent neighborhood she always dreamed of working for a sophisticated gentleman one day, in a grand manor on a grand estate, and life has a funny way of giving you exactly what you wanted in a way you could never imagine.

In The Cruel Hands Of Lord Coleridge

A gambling husband is the downfall of Lady Jane Blair, but she’s not prepared to simply accept it when he goes further than ever before and actually loses their home to a rival in a game of cards. She visits Lord Coleridge to beg for a way to change things, but what he would want to allow them to keep the house is almost too high a cost to bear. A night with her to cancel the debt wasn’t what she expected... but if her husband was going to force her to negotiate with Lord Coleridge, then why should she feel bad for enjoying it, especially if she can teach her husband a lesson at the same time?

Royally Screwed Out Of My Virginity

When Alice overhears two arrogant noblemen wagering who would be the first to take her virginity, she's partially insulted and partially turned on. She had never had two men so openly objectifying her before, and even as she firmly puts them in their place, she can't help but notice her body's reaction to their words.

She would never consider it - or at least, she never thought she would.

So why does she find herself following them to their chambers?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bundle
• Release date: Sep 10, 2019

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How I Became Lord Samson’s Whore Maid

Lovillia Hearst

Sally came to a stop when she walked out of the tenement building and opened her hand to look at the few pennies she was holding. She was all too aware of how little money she had, but seeing the evidence of her straitened circumstances in plain view brought a scowl to her face and she let out a frustrated sigh.

It’s getting serious, she muttered and clenched her fist tightly to take the money out of sight.

The sound of horseshoes on cobbles made her lift her head, but there was no way she could afford a hansom cab and she simply watched it pass by. Paying for anything was becoming a real problem and she needed to secure some employment or she would find herself in a bad situation.

The idea of returning to the hardship of factory work in Victorian London wasn’t something she wanted to contemplate, but it was fast becoming a possibility. The alternatives to that were even worse. A life on the streets or in the workhouse filled her with dread. She’d endured both at times in the past and didn’t want to return to them. Working as a maid wasn’t what she dreamed of while growing up, but it was a bed of roses compared to what might become of her and she set her mind on what she was about to do.

It will be different today, she muttered when she set off.

She could only hope the words were true, but convincing herself was becoming more and more challenging as time passed by. It had been almost three months since she was released from her last position and nothing had gone right for her since. At least, that’s the way it felt. She tried to banish negative thoughts from her head on the walk to her destination, but it proved difficult and she wasn’t in the best frame of mind when she got there.

The sight of the ornate, wrought-iron gates brought her to a stop and she tried to compose herself before grabbing the cord to ring the bell. She peered through the bars towards the imposing mansion and eventually saw the door open. The smartly dressed man who came into view was elderly and she put a smile on her face as he approached.

Are you from the agency? he asked.

Yes, Sally replied.

He nodded his head before using a key to unlock the gates and open them. Sally stepped through onto the gravel driveway and watched as the gates were then closed and relocked.

Follow me, the butler said when he finished.

Sally did as she was asked and looked around when they walked inside the large property. The marble flooring was made up of dark brown and cream squares to give it the look of a chessboard and the spotless condition showed it was lovingly taken care off. The white ceiling above looked just as pristine, with the large, cut-glass chandelier hanging from it being the dominant feature of the space.

The butler walked towards a wide staircase at the far end of the lobby, but stopped before he got to it and opened a door. Sally followed him through it and saw the small room they entered was empty.

If you wait here, he said. I’ll inform Lord Samson you have arrived.

Thank you, Sally said and watched him leave.

She cast her gaze around when she was alone to see a table and chair in the center of the room. The only other large piece of furniture was a cabinet against the wall and she moved across to have a look at it. She ran her fingertips across the smooth, polished wood then lifted her hand to see there wasn’t a speck of dust. It gave the impression that the man she hoped to work for might be a real stickler for cleanliness although there was no way of knowing for sure. She’d only find that out if she secured a job in the mansion and she crossed her fingers in the hope that her luck might be about to change. It was around ten minutes before the sound of the door opening signaled the return of the butler.

Lord Samson will see you now, he said.

Thank you, Sally replied as she crossed the room to the door and followed back out to the lobby.

She was led to the staircase then up to the first floor of the large property. The flare of nerves grew stronger with every step and the deep breaths she inhaled did little to suppress her anxiety. When the butler came to a stop at a